Marti Gets Painted

(Sorry for so few updates the last couple of days.  We - especially Mom and Maria - have been very busy with both personal and professional stuff.  More on that in another post. - Michelle)

We're planning a soft opening of Mom's studio the first week of June, so earlier this week 7 or the 9 of us went there to make sure all was as we left it.  (Dana and Gail stayed home.)  While we were there, Mom was looking through the small wardrobe she kept there when we asked her to model something for us.  This little lacy outfit was what she came of her dressing room wearing.  We decided to do an impromptu photoshoot of her so we put a robe over her and went next door to the larger studio Mom and her partner (and manager) Tyler rent from our old friends Harry and Lacy (some of you remember them).  We uncovered this kinda ugly couch and placed Mom on it, removed her robe, and, after Maria got some lights on her, started taking some photos.

There were a few people milling around Harry's rather expansive grounds as he and Lacy also were preparing to slowly reopen.  Word got out what was going on in our building and people - mostly guys - started wondering in to watch.  Most of these people hadn't seen Mom since last summer or fall and couldn't believe it was the same woman.  Here's a conversation I had:

"Michelle?" I heard a man's voice behind me.  I turned to see a porn stud I had done a few fuck flicks with.  Though I've made a few hundred flicks, it's still kinda weird - and hot! - standing next to a guy who has fucked my face and my pussy, sucked my tits, and licked my clit and whose cum I've swallowed.  "Is that your Mom?!"

"Yeah," I whispered back.  "Pretty impressive, eh?"

"Fucking hell!" he exclaimed.  "Damn, what a body!  I wouldn't have known it was her had I not seen you and Maria."

"When did you see her last?" I asked.

"September when I did a vid with her and a couple of other guys," he replied.  "She was awesome then, but, FUCK!"

"She's thirty pounds less and three cup sizes more since then," I explained.  "She's toned up, had a bit of cosmetic surgery done, got a personal makeup artist - did you know Daphne? - (he shook his head) started wearing wigs and, most importantly, got a new attitude."

"I heard about your brother," he said.  "I'm so very sorry."

"Yeah, thanks," I said.  "It hit us hard, especially Mom.  But she made herself better in his memory."

"Better?" he said.  "Fucking perfect is more like it!  Fuck, just look at that body!  FUCK!"

"By the way," I said smiling at him. "How's that big cock of yours?"

"He's been lonely the last three months," he replied.  "But he's hard as a rock looking at Marti - and you."

"It would mean a lot to her to see what her body is doing to you," I said, encouraging him.  "Just, you know, no touching, virus and all."

He walked up close to Mom and she smiled warmly.  He unzipped his jeans and that big fat cock sprang out it was so hard.  He stroked himself as he watched her and was soon joined by a few other guys.  "Here," Mom said pointed to her tits.  I started to stop her but I knew it was useless at this point.  It didn't take long and there was a half dozen loads of cum covering those big gorgeous tits.

Those were the first live cocks Mom (or any of us) had seen since late Febru